The following morning was filled with stacks of deliciously-stuffed French toast, omelets filled with fresh belle peppers and cheese, and hot cups of coffee that tasted absolutely divine. The three of them enjoyed their breakfast in the doctor's luxurious bedroom, since dragging him up and down the stairs wasn't ideal for the time being, which was perfectly fine! They were able to sit comfortably whilst eating, and conversing with one another—and oh did they overdo it on the food. It was so easy to lose themselves in the blitz of everything, when the missing member of their household was finally back home where he belonged. Things felt complete once again, as Leorio's voice filled the quietness that had taken over the past week. As corny as it sounds, he has quite literally lit the place up with his presence—bright, warm, and soft.
The penthouse was now filled with their beautiful laughter.
After finishing their meal, Melody took it upon herself to clean up. No crumbs, or any of the sticky maple syrup got onto the marshmallow-like bedding. This made things easier on her, as she now only had to focus on washing the dishes, and wiping up whatever was spilled in the cooking process. It helps that she likes to put stuff away as she uses them. So when it all comes down to it, there really wasn't much that needed to be done in the kitchen. Lunch is going to be even messier anyways, what with Gon and Killua popping over to pay a visit to their friend. This means she will need to make more for the garbage disposals themselves. Seriously, where do they put it all? People are not exaggerating when they say growing boys eat a lot. Sometimes it almost felt never-ending.
And was very impressive.
While taking care of that, Kurapika decided to make a quick trip to the hospital. There was something else he needed to pick up, other than just the box of gifts his boyfriend received from everyone. The only annoying part were those dreaded balloons. Not only was it a pain to shove them into the taxi, but they kept hitting him in the face while trying to carry everything else—even blocking his view at certain points. Between that and the special item that he was borrowing from the staff, it was a miracle that he even made it back home without breaking anything in the process. It would have been a lot easier calling for help, but he wasn't about to burden anyone over something so small. How would that make him look? No, he refused to give up his pride like that.
At least the front door was unlocked this time—making it so that he could stumble on in without too much of a struggle. In total he was gone roughly forty minutes. Most of that was due to the fact that the workers there wanted to strike up conversations with him. Already they wanted to know how Leorio settled in, which is understandable. Who wasn't worried about his well-being? Thankfully things were going great back at the penthouse, making it possible to give every single one of them a positive response; which was greatly appreciated in return. Without him, the hospital would suffer a tremendous loss! No one wanted to so much as imagine such a horrible outcome. That man is irreplaceable—no question about it.
His medical care was simply superb!
Despite being unable to roll over onto his side, the brunette still managed to get a good night's rest with Kurapika at his side—curled into him, as an arm was carefully draped over his bandaged chest while they slept peacefully in each other's warmth. This sure beat the tiny bed that they had to squeeze into. The mattress was also ten times more soft, bouncy, and just overall comfortable compared to what he has been laying on for the past week. For the first time in a while, he actually woke up with no aches or pains. There were no annoying beeping sounds, or constant interruptions from his fellow coworkers, either. It was just them, and Melody in the other room. And there was no way that she would swing the door open, and step inside just to check up on him. She knows better than to do something like that; especially since they desperately needed some more alone time.
As lovely as their friends may be, it was still nice to have that privacy.
"Is that one of those chairs you use in the shower?" Melody had turned around to greet him, when she saw what was in his hands. At this point the box full of gifts had been placed onto the dinner table—balloons lightly swaying from the stand they were tied to. You could see the tops of stuffed teddy bears poking out, and the array of cards that were no longer in a neat stack. As for the flowers? Some were crushed, but for the most part looked fairly good. For someone who never made any other friends, went out with coworkers, or even had a relationship beforehand, he sure did touch a lot of hearts. However sometimes, that just is not enough to curb the loneliness deep within yourself.
Nodding, the blonde set it down on the floor so that he could stretch his arms out. "It is. I realized there was no other way to safely wash Leorio without it. His legs are weak for the time being, so I doubt he can stand long enough to do this properly. His tub is huge anyways," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. This will make things easier on the both of them, since sitting on the edge will be very uncomfortable. Not only that, but it would put the doctor at risk of slipping and hurting himself.
A sweet smile formed then. If not for those gifts, he still would have made a special trip to the hospital in order to get this one specific item—and that was honestly so touching. "Oh! So this means you can squeeze in there with him once his incision has healed." She patted the young Kurta on the back when saying this. Were there any oils to add into the water? How about bath salts? Or those bombs that fizz and change colors? Guess another trip to the store will be necessary after all.
That statement made Kurapika's eyes flash an intense Scarlet—matching with the flushed color of his cheeks. They burned so hotly, that he couldn't help but press his hands against them. Did she seriously just suggest that he bathe with the brunette in the same exact tub? That was rather bold of her to do. "I, uh..." How does one even respond to something like this? There was no denying what had just been said, but on the other hand, will be quite embarrassing to blurt out such an agreement. Some things were just better left unsaid—this being one of those cases.
"Just make sure to give me a warning. Remember, I can hear everything," she added with a wave of her finger. Some may enjoy listening in on couples like that, but not her. It is a huge invasion of privacy! Not only that, but why would you want to hear two people being intimate with each other? You have to be a special type of weirdo in order to enjoy something like that.
With a flustered huff, Kurapika grasped the handlebars of the chair, and swung around to face away from her. "I-I'll keep that in mind. I.. I should get going..." At what point in their relationship will they go that far, he wondered. When can he allow himself to indulge in such a relaxing task, as they sit pressed up against one another in the hot, bubbly water? To rest his head on the doctor's broad chest, while sun-kissed fingertips trail along his smooth back in a calming motion? 'I want it.'
Melody giggled, and walked over to snatch her purse from the countertop. The mess from earlier was all cleaned up, so there was nothing left that needed to be done for the moment. "I'm going to make a quick run to the store. Call me if you need anything." His mind sure was going to a wild place right now, and it amused her greatly. There was nothing wrong in giving him a much needed push in the right direction. This whole time they have been dancing around their feelings, and it just couldn't continue going on forever. And if it takes having to leave the penthouse more often, then so be it. It was most certainly well worth it.
The blonde's eyebrows scrunched together after hearing that, and he swallowed hard. What was she up to now? "I see. Make sure to send me a text message when you get back then..." This way they won't have to worry when discussing certain matters amongst each other. Not that they didn't trust her or anything, but still. It is nice to keep some things between the two of them. With that he gave a small wave, before making his way out of the kitchen. They needed to get everything done and out of the way, before Gon and Killua come over in just a couple of hours. Their stay has already been extended much longer than expected. There was no way that they could up and leave the city, after their closest friend had been wounded so terribly. So far just their company alone has really cheered the poor guy up!
The more the merrier, right?
Most of the chair was made out of plastic, so trudging it up the stairs didn't take much effort at all. It was just awkwardly shaped. And yes, one of the nurses already cleaned and sterilized it back at the hospital. It was the same one that Leorio had been using anyways. Technically when you think about it, only his butt has been sitting on it for the past week. At least from here on out it won't be some random person scrubbing him down. As proud as he may be of his body, he still didn't like others touching him in such a way—not when he only desires his boyfriend's hands to caress his body with those small, gentle hands. Everything really did change after falling head over heels for the blonde. And soon, his stash of adult magazines will no longer be necessary. Those were still locked away in a safe place.
Now to get rid of them without anyone noticing will be the hard part...
Ever since opening up his home, and allowing the others to move in, he hasn't really gotten the chance to look through them. There was probably a layer of dust on the thin, glossy pages, as they remained untouched in one of the drawers. This was actually record-breaking! Never has he gone this long without getting it off in the privacy of his own bathroom. And since he is stuck in this damn bed, there was no way to satisfy these needs of his—to finally release, and experience that glorious feeling of sweet relief. His legs were far too weak to make it across the room. Also, he can't forget about that promise he made to not push himself again. Going back on his word will only result in a fight. It might even put him at risk of losing the trust he worked so hard to gain. That is why his butt was practically glued to the mattress this whole time!
His handsome features lit up at the sight of Kurapika entering the bedroom, resulting in the biggest smile that one could muster. It is always a drag being left in here all by himself, with no one to talk to. The television can only occupy a person for so long, before eventually growing bored of it. "Welcome back Pika! How did the-...?" Chocolate brown eyes traveled down to the all too familiar chair in his boyfriend's hold, and he blinked. So this is another reason why he disappeared so suddenly, huh? With one hand resting softly on Shadow's side, he used the other to adjust his glasses—pushing them up the bridge of his nose.
This cat was already spoiled, as he has now claimed one of his owner's pillows for himself to lounge on.
"Man you sure do think of everything, don't ya?" He watched as the Kurta made a beeline for the bathroom, which was followed by the sounds of his shower curtain being pulled over to the side, and then ending with a loud thump. Must be from the chair clashing with the porcelain tub? Boy was the atmosphere thick. What is up with the silent treatment? Not even a smile was shot in his direction. Normally he at least receives one of those, but not this time! Something must have happened while he was away—something that sent the smaller male lost so deep within his own thoughts, that he couldn't even acknowledge his surroundings. But he didn't appear to be upset either, so which is it? Two months later, and he continues to be such a big mystery.
As Kurapika returned with a quiet shuffle of his feet, the doctor's gaze flickered up to examine the expression on his face. "..." It was unreadable—neutral, if you must put a word on it. There was not a hint of sadness, happiness, or anger whatsoever. Those rounded silvery eyes held no sparkle in them, either. Just—nothing. What was going on in that head of his? 'I hope no one said anything weird back at the hospital. Some are still jealous over our relationship...' They weren't necessarily mean about it, per say. However, their bitterness is pretty obvious nonetheless—going out of their way to either ignore him completely, or give him strange looks. What did he have that they didn't? It is not like he ever admitted to being straight in the first place. He just flirted more with women, is all. But that in no way cemented his sexual orientation!
Next he took in the blonde's outfit. It was the same one he wore earlier during breakfast, but he didn't get the chance to really soak it all in until now. Dark brown buttons adorning a beige-colored cardigan, a plain white t-shirt poking through the very top of it, and light blue jeans that hugged his legs oh so perfectly. Was it his mission to look so incredibly appetizing on a daily basis? If so, then he was definitely succeeding at it. "You must have gone shopping recently. I'm glad you took the time to treat yourself!" He flashed him a bright grin when saying this. Before it seemed like he only owned a whole two outfits, so he was glad to see this change. What else would he be spending his money on? His paychecks from being a butler were hefty enough, where he could afford nicer clothing. Perhaps he was saving up for other things, which is totally fine! No one can tell him how to spend it.
"Well you fired me from being your personal butler, so I have no reason to wear suits anymore," he replied with a faint smile. Wouldn't it be funny to throw one on as he takes care of the brunette? Knowing him, he would get a kick out of it. After sliding a hand underneath his legs, and the other wrapping around his waist, he pulled his body over to the edge of the bed. Now that he was in a sitting position with his feet touching the floor, he took both of those large yet gentle hands in his own. Their warmth was very relaxing, as they both molded together like puzzle pieces. 'I didn't go to any of those boutique stores, if that is what you are thinking...'
His tastes were in no way expensive.
Also, it is not like Kurapika meant to ignore his lovely boyfriend. His mind really was in a different place at the moment. What Melody said a few minutes ago really got to him, and now it was all he could think about. He just couldn't shake off this flustered feeling, no matter how hard he tried. "I'm going to pull you up, okay? We need to work on strengthening your leg muscles. And when it gets to be too much, I will just carry you the rest of the way," he instructed softly.
Before Leorio could open his mouth to respond, he felt himself being yanked forward. This motion caused a gasp to escape through his lips, but only because it caught him so off guard. There was no heads-up whatsoever. Once his legs straightened out along with the rest of his posture, he snaked one of his strong arms around the blonde's shoulders. "You okay there, buddy?" He only put a small amount of weight against the other male, since any more than that might make him tip over—sending them both crashing onto ground into a jumbled mess.
That would result in someone either getting crushed, or injured further.
Stop and breathe. That is what the Kurta needed to do. Instead he was being a bit too forceful in handling his healing boyfriend just now. Not to mention how he slammed the chair onto the bottom of the tub. These fantasies playing out in his head were really starting to affect his performance as a temporary caregiver. If not careful enough, he might accidentally inflict pain onto him. If that were to happen, then he would never be able to forgive himself. Hasn't he already been through enough as it is? "Yes I'm fine, Leorio," he mumbled. His walls may have crumbled to dust, but that didn't mean he had to share every single thought that crossed his mind. You have to keep some things to yourself, right?
They took a step forward—Leorio's left foot dragging atop the hardwood floor. This was much better than trying to walk on his own! 'You're a terrible liar.' Still, he wasn't going to hold this against him. When the time is right, he will open up about what is troubling him. That is how it has always been, and won't ever change. Patience is virtue when it comes to someone who has lived such a rough life. "I know you're impatient to see me in my birthday suit, but come on! Do ya have to be so obvious about it?" He teased light-heartedly.
Oh God. First Melody, and now him? They sure do get a rise out of embarrassing him, it seems. As if his feelings weren't already all over the place, and add this into the mix? "I can drop you right here, and have one of the boys wash you instead. I'm sure Killua would love to volunteer." Two can play at that game.
The brunette's face paled slightly, and he was quick to shake his head. As much as he loves them both equally, he would rather it be Gon if it came down to it. His caring personality would be more fitting for the task. "How cruel! You'd seriously let that little shit handle me with these injuries of mine? I'll die for sure Kurapikaaaaa—" He whined, putting on an impressive pout in the process.
That response earned a genuine chuckle from Kurapika, as they continued to slowly make their way over to the bathroom. He gave his waist a gentle squeeze. "I think you're exaggerating. I'm sure he would do a wonderful job!" And no, that was not said with a straight face. His lips twitched while trying to hold back on laughing again. This isn't to say that the blue-eyed teenager wasn't caring as well. It is just that one was more suitable than the other. There is also the fact that he would take this opportunity to royally mess with the doctor—from poking fun of his age, to making jabs at his appearance.
Hey he plucked those three strands of grey hairs!
A dark brow twitched, as the doctor grumbled something under his breath. "I'd really appreciate having you do it instead. I need to be handled with the utmost of care!" He huffed out. This is one of those things that he has been looking forward to anyways. Why would he want anyone else rubbing soap and shampoo all over his body? And he never asks for much. Ever since being hospitalized, since when has he demanded anything from anyone? It has been quite the opposite, actually. Having everyone else tend to him was such a new and bizarre experience, and he has yet to get used to it. Tending to others was always a task he enjoyed doing very much, up until this incident occurred. Now the roles have been reversed, as he was the one who required medical treatment. At least his feet were finally getting the chance to recover! They no longer ached like before.
Perhaps this break really was necessary for more than just healing from his injuries.
"Hmm.. I guess since you asked so nicely. But you better behave, or else I'm leaving you in there with the water turned off, as I go to pick Killua up myself." There was not a hint of seriousness behind that threat. If so, then that would just be downright evil. Leaving his poor boyfriend stranded in the tub, as he freezes from being cold and wet would be so unforgiveable. Only a monster would do such a terrible thing to the one they love! If anything, he wanted to make sure that he felt warm and comfortable over anything else. The faster he heals, the better.
As if on instinct, Leorio rolled his eyes. "Ha! Very funny..." As mean as that sounded, he would still forgive the blonde if that were to actually happen. With a heart bigger than his chest, it was practically impossible to hold a grudge—especially when it involves the very person who stole it in the first place. But he also knows that this was something he could never do, so he wasn't the least bit worried. 'My legs are startin' to hurt. Is this really my limit?' Their pace has slowed because of this very reason. Well they made it pretty far, taking as how his bedroom is quite spacious compared to others he has seen. Everything just felt so sore, and stiff. Laying down for a whole week really took its toll on his body. This was completely different than being on his feet for most of the day!
That is when he felt himself being lifted up into the Kurta's arms. It was like he had read his mind, because if they tried to go any further, then surely he would have collapsed right then and there. Long arms immediately snaked around his slender neck, allowing a quick brush of his fingertips against the nape of it. Maybe being carried like this wasn't so bad after all. "Thanks for savin' me from falling flat on my face!" In reality that wasn't funny, what with his nose still being broken and all. Causing more injury to it would be awful, and he didn't even want to imagine the amount of pain it will put him through once again. His handsome face has taken enough of a beating lately...
The sensation made Kurapika clench his jaw, but in a good way—the area itself being rather sensitive to the touch. It sent tingles all throughout his body. "You are done getting hurt. The next person who tries to lay another finger on you, will lose it and then-some in an instant." The tone of his voice grew concerningly dark as he said this, but it couldn't be helped. This is the second time that he has run into the wrong people, and paid the price for it. He can't take him getting hurt anymore. Enough is enough! It is about time that they all start protecting this precious man. Upon entering the bathroom, he made sure to be careful when stepping over the ledge of the tub. This was no easy task, given how short his legs were. Why was it so deep? Talk about practically swimming in a bunch of hot water.
After safely making it over the most difficult part, he set his beloved boyfriend down onto the chair situated just below the showerhead. From there he proceeded to take his t-shirt off, which was the same one that he had on from yesterday. "Do I really need to start patrolling the hospital on your workdays?" As ridiculous as that sounded, it was also very tempting at the same time. Any attacker would regret messing with someone so strong and powerful. His appearance in no way matched with his true strength—ultimately working in his favor with past events.
No one can stop him, no matter their size.
Leorio sweat-dropped, lifting his arms up so that the bandages around his chest could be taken off. "Hey now! I don't need a babysitter. Would it make ya feel better, if I gave updates on how I'm doing throughout my shift?" That sounded like a fair enough deal. It is the most he can offer up, given how busy his schedule is. Even if they are only one-word responses, that was still better than nothing. They are enough to let his partner know that everything is okay on his end—that he does not need his protection twenty-four seven. A grown man such as himself didn't need that at all.
While unraveling the white bandages, there was a slight pause as the blonde thought that one over. Suppose being too picky here wasn't option. And to be honest, that was an excellent idea! How can he turn down hearing from him more often than usual? His silvery eyes glistened with a softness in them, as he bunched it all together to toss into the trash bin. "I would like that very much, Leorio," he murmured. Next up were the sweat pants, which slipped off with such ease! Now he was left sitting in his boxer briefs—a sight worth gazing in awe over. His heart began to thump in erratic beats then. The realization of having to strip this model of a man down naked hit him hard.
Oh he was not prepared for this in the slightest.
Gaze darting to the tiled walls, he took a hesitant step back. "I uh-... N-need to go change into something else..." His clothes were not suitable for getting wet in. Even if he takes the cardigan off, his jeans were going to be very uncomfortable to move around in. Not only that, but his own t-shirt would become see-through since it is also white. 'There is only so much time you can buy, Kurapika! You're going to have to do this eventually, so why are you trying to stall?' There is a difference between staring at his boyfriend in all of his glory, and then rubbing slippery soap all over his body—one so nicely chiseled with thick muscles. Who else was going to do it, though? It just had to be him.
"Wait!" Without a moment's hesitation, Leorio's hand shot out to grab a hold of the other's wrist. There was a pleading look in those chocolate hues, as he tugged slightly for him to turn back around—anything so that their gazes could lock once more. Who said he wasn't nervous about this as well? Because damn it he definitely was! However, it is only awkward if you make it out to be. There is absolutely no reason to avoid each other like this. Either way, it was too late to go back on his decision now. A dusting of light pink spread across tanned cheeks, and he gulped.
"You're not supposed to wear clothes in the shower! Don't hide yourself from me anymore, Pika..." It came out almost in a whisper, his voice was so soothingly quiet. After everything they have been through recently, and the promises that were made, why not take this next step in their relationship? That is all he was asking for—to be on equal footing here. Wouldn't it make more sense if they both undressed completely for this? It will also make things less awkward, if he isn't the only one with nothing on. Regardless, he is still very proud of his body, and isn't afraid to show it off—something that has already been proven multiple times in the two months that they have known each other.
"I'm like, not askin' for us to do anything weird. I'll even keep my hands to myself! Just.. trust me a little more? Please?" He added with another tug.
Wide eyes darted down to their hands. It was then, that he noticed just how big the doctor's fingers were, as they overlapped each other in their hold on his thin wrist. If you were to compare them side-by-side, his own would be half the size. And now he had the sudden urge to press their palms against each other. But Kurapika loves how his boyfriend is basically a gentle giant, and therefore wouldn't have it any other way. "What—" It would be so easy to yank himself free, and run out of here. What was stopping him from saying no? This isn't something he had to do. No one can force you to do anything, really. Despite being so deeply in love with the guy sitting before him, that still didn't change how uncomfortable he felt with what lies underneath layers of clothes.
But eventually he was going to have to. Was there a difference in doing it now, rather than later? His stomach began to twist up into a ball of nerves, and he clenched his hand into a tight fist. "Leorio, I do trust you! But you have to keep in mind that I'm not used to, you know, stripping in front of others! Our bodies are very different..." He trailed off quietly. The thought alone made him want to crawl into a dark hole, and die from sheer embarrassment. The images of taking a bath together still lingered in his mind, and now this?! It is truly amazing that his heart hasn't given out yet. But, were things really moving too quickly for them? Or was he just being difficult? There would be no touching or groping involved.
Does he really want his soulmate to keep those gentle hands to himself, though?
Kurapika lowered his head before continuing, as if in shame. "You're perfect! And then there's me..." What if those warm, chocolatey eyes don't like what they see? It will only confirm just how unattractive he really is. Just because he has a pretty face, doesn't mean the rest is like that. He stumbled forward when the tugging became more forceful, and his head snapped back up to see what was going on. As the distance between them closed, both of his hands became enveloped in the doctor's—holding both with such care, like he was some sort of fragile human being. His breathing hitched, and all he could do was stare in silence.
"What's that supposed to mean? You are perfect, in every possible way! I wouldn't want a guy built just like me. I love how you fit in my arms, and that your face smushes against my chest every time we hug. If you were just as tall, then we'd be bumpin' heads every time! I wouldn't be able to carry you as effortlessly, or have you lay on top of me without struggling to breathe. So Kurapika, I could never change a thing about ya! I'm the luckiest person in the whole wide world to have you as my partner. Even if your body is covered in scars, or you have weird birth marks, I'll love you just the same! I am yours forever, just as you are mine..." After releasing his hold on the blonde, Leorio worked on unbuttoning his cardigan. They were bigger than average, consisting of only a couple.
This is what he had to do before, so it shouldn't be an issue this time.
"Let me help you. It's gonna be okay," he spoke gently. His movements were slow—hesitant, somewhat, as he decided to give him the opportunity to pull away at any given time. It just won't feel the same if he is pressured into doing this. Was it really so wrong to prove that nothing bad will come out of this—that it might even strengthen their already unbreakable bond? Besides, he is going to stay true to his word in keeping his hands to himself. That is, unless being given permission to do so. If that is the case, then he just might throw all of his self-control right out the window; thus ravishing in his boyfriend's rare beauty with everything he has.
Tears welled up in the Kurta's dazzling Scarlet Eyes as he stood there, frozen in place. Shocking how he wasn't doing anything to try and stop this. Instead he allowed for each button to be undone, followed by the entire cardigan being pulled off of his body. His hands came up to rest on top of the doctor's broad shoulders then. "Must you.. always be such a huge sap all the time?" He leaned in slightly, so that their foreheads were now touching. There were no imperfections on his body. With skin like porcelain, it almost seemed as though he had never played it rough as a child, or got into any fights despite being a hunter himself. All of those cuts and scrapes he received back in the day were gone—nowhere to be seen, like they never even existed in the first place.
"You really are a one-of-a-kind dork..." This was said with a great fondness, as he felt the zipper on his jeans being pulled down. He inhaled sharply, and tightened his hold on the brunette. Oh this was no dream alright. It is seriously happening! Ever since discovering his feelings for this man, he has allowed his mind to wander off to scenes just like this one right here. Except for now he was experiencing every touch—every sensation, as his knuckles ghosted over the lower half of his stomach. It wasn't possible to denying this reality, no matter how hard one tries to. 'I wouldn't want to wake up from this anyways...' Once again it was just the two of them in this penthouse, with no one around to disturb them, or hear what is going on up here.
Once he felt the jeans slide down to his knees, he gulped. Due to Leorio's broken ribs, that was probably his limit. Bending over further than that might cause further injury, or just put him in a lot of unnecessary pain. Either way, he didn't want to find out the hard way. Already he felt so incredibly exposed, as crimson-colored boxers were now revealed—falling just under halfway at his inner thighs. Not wanting to pull away quite yet, he proceeded to kick them off with ease. "You're too much, Leorio..." Will he ever get used to someone who is filled with such an immense amount of love?
Being sappy wasn't a bad thing! That is why Leorio was able to take it as a compliment. Secondly, it has already been established that he is a dork many times before, so again, none of this offended him. Listening to his rambling was actually amusing. 'Are you trying to distract yourself? How clever...' Trembling hands had him stuck in a death grip, but it didn't really hurt. Not that he would care if it did—not after almost dying from such severe injuries. There wasn't a whole lot that can top something so traumatic, and painful. At least after a while his whole body went numb, making it so that he couldn't feel anything—as terrible as that sounded. No wonder why he ended up blacking out.
"Can ya let go for a sec? I need to pull your shirt off," he cut in quietly.
It took a long few seconds, but Kurapika did finally pulled away. His nerves intensified almost immediately. It wasn't so bad standing here in just his boxers and a t-shirt, but now even those were going to be removed. There will be nothing left to cover himself up with—to hide the parts that he disliked so very much. His body tensed up as soon as the doctor proceeded. Little-by-little it was pulled up and over his head, and he grunted softly after it was ripped off completely—only to be tossed aside along with his jeans, as they laid in a heap on the floor. Can he really go through with this? "L-Leorio..."
"Shhh. I said it was gonna be okay, didn't I? I would never lie to you." And true to his word, Leorio suppressed the urge to touch him. Although he couldn't help but let his gaze wander—taking in the blonde's delicious curves, and how flawless his pale skin shone in the artificial lighting. It really does feel like he is unwrapping the best gift ever, which made the anticipation that much more intense. He savored every moment of this, knowing there was only one chance at getting this right. Before he would have rushed into things, but that is only because he didn't care about those other women. This time, however, involved his very own soulmate—a being that he wanted to cherish as much as humanly possible. That is what he deserves, after all. Anything less would be unacceptable.
His hands roamed over to the hem of Kurapika's boxers then, where he slipped both thumbs beneath the thin fabric. What happened next was very unexpected. With eyes now closed, he tilted his head back a bit to show the smile that was on his face. "I'll open them once we're both fully unclothed. Just focus on finishing the rest." This makes it not only a surprise on his end, but also puts them on equal footing. 'It won't be so bad if we're both naked, right? This has got to make him feel more comfortable!' Not everyone wants to be stared at, as they are being thrown into such a vulnerable position. This was something he understood fully.
How did he find someone so sweet, caring, and patient? Not just anyone would go out of their way like this. Guess when you really think about it, things were not going at a fast pace at all. Had it been anyone else undressing him, the task would have already been done and over with. Kurapika blushed when his boxers were being pulled down his legs, but made no effort to try and stop it. Instead he went ahead with removing his all-black binder. This idea really was working in his favor after all. Having those piercing brown eyes on him the entire time would have made his nerves even worse. It took everything in his entire being to not shiver, as the cool air hit his now bare skin. There were, however, goosebumps covering the very surface of it.
One more step. The Kurta's gaze trailed down his boyfriend's magnificent body, and stopped when it reached the boxers he wore. Bending over just enough, he reached out to grasp at the sides. It felt like his heart was about to burst right out of his chest, as he started tugging them down. His face flushed at the mere sight of the brunette's manhood—impressive in its size, and then those deliciously thick thighs. What he would give, to run his hands along the insides-basking in all of their warmth. 'I want to touch you...' Would asking first even be necessary, knowing the type of person he is? It should be safe to say that they both craved the exact same thing.
After tossing the boxers behind him, Kurapika silently stood there for a few seconds. Before he would shy away, and act all embarrassed—putting on the act of not wanting to see this man in such a state. The attraction he felt towards him has always been there, though. If only he had realized this a lot sooner, and actually accepted it. He shuffled just a hair closer, and cleared his throat. "You're lucky I love you so much. I mean it, don't make me regret this..." The warning didn't sound all that threatening, but still. All it takes is one wrong move.
The wait was over.
Leorio's eyes fluttered open then, and what they were met with took his breath away. Sure he already had an idea of what the blonde looked like beneath his clothes, but it was nothing compared to this ultimate reveal. "Oh Kurapika," he whispered. How does a being so completely and utterly gorgeous even exist? Again, he had to remind himself that this wasn't a dream. It felt like he was falling in love all over again; or if possible, then maybe it was just his feelings in general that grew deeper? Regardless of which one it is, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. How in the world was he ever going to peel his gaze away? This just further proves that out of all those magazines he has read through—out of all the shows he has watched, none of them had this effect on him. There was no topping this.
Large hands fell down to rest in his lap, as they clasped together. This was to ensure that he really does keep to himself. 'His chest is so small, just like the rest of him. How cute...' How odd, because up until recently he always preferred the opposite. It also appears he doesn't shave everywhere, which was a nice contrast to his smooth legs and underarms. There was just the perfect amount of light blonde fuzz covering his lower bits. The only thing that really bothered him, were the marks left behind from having everything squished in—a thick red line wrapping around the upper part of his torso. It looked painful. Must he wear it constantly like this? That just isn't healthy.
His gaze softened the longer he stared in awe—truly fascinated by the sight before him, as he felt his cheeks burn with an intense blush. "And here I thought angels weren't real," he murmured with a voice full of love, and happiness. No one else has to understand their relationship. What they have going on can't just be put into simple words. Their bond—the string of fate binding them so tightly together is more complex. There are many layers you have to peel back in order to truly grasp it all, but even that might not be enough.
Kurapika shifted under the doctor's tender gaze. Being examined so closely like this was a whole new feeling—yet another thing that he needed to get used to. It was like he could feel those eyes wandering over every inch of his very being, imprinting all the details to memory. For some reason, though, he didn't feel as uncomfortable as expected. It was almost as if all of his fears from before had vanished. This shouldn't come as a surprise, since he is dating someone who never judges others—never makes fun of them, or spreads gossip. "Well I'm not dead, so I can't be an angel." He mused, while removing the glasses from his face. After setting them on the sink, he turned his body slightly to fumble with the shower nozzles. He wanted to make sure that the water wouldn't come out too hot.
It came out cold at first, but quickly switched to a much warmer temperature. And when his hair became completely drenched, he brushed it back and out of his face—a sight rare in itself, due to his forehead always being hidden under layered bangs. "I won't be leaving you any time soon." He lowered himself to sit on the other's lap then—noticing just how pleasant it felt to have this skin-to-skin contact with one another. Then, without any warning, grabbed his hands to place onto his waist. Oh this was more like it! The closer they become, the better.
"Get rid of that stupid promise you made, and touch me Leorio," he whispered with eyes half-lidded.
"Aahh-...!" This sudden action caught Leorio off guard, to the point where he didn't even know how to react at first. He swallowed thickly. 'Did I just get permission to touch him wherever? Or are there limits that I don't know of? Shit! Do I ask, or just go for it?' Guess this was just another risk that he needed to take. Hesitant hands slid up the blonde's slender body, where they cupped the firm breasts. It was everything he had imagined them to be, which excited him further in return. They fit in his grasp so perfectly, and this realization made him lick hungrily at his lips. No amount of porn in his secret collection could ever compete with any of this! The desire to get off to them was no longer there, as it should be.
The Kurta's fingers curled themselves into the wet chestnut hair, gently yanking his lover's head back just enough so that their gazes could lock with each other's. "You have no idea how good that feels," he breathed out. To think being touched there of all places would affect him like this. Having them pressed flat against his chest all day long really does make it sore, and painful. Needless to say, it felt absolutely marvelous being fondled in such a way by those healing hands—ones that have never hurt him, nor ever will. But oh could they cause some serious damage if necessary. Even the gentlest of giants can be aggressive at times.
Their lips lightly touched then. "I wanna explore all of you, Pika. If you think this feels great, then just wait until there's nothin' left holding me back!" It sure is going to take forever for these damn injuries to heal, for now the recovery process felt even longer than it already did. What he wants more than anything is literally sitting right in his lap, and yet he can't have it. What pure torture this is.
"You're aroused." The evidence was there, poking into the side of Kurapika's leg. Getting this kind of reaction out of his partner really did boost his confidence—made him feel comfortable within his own skin for the very first time in his entire life. For someone who struggles so much with their body image, this really was a huge compliment. 'I did this to him.' His heart swelled with pride, as he pulled him into a deep kiss—fingers still tangled in his hair to hold him in place. Between this and the warm water rolling down his back, it was utter bliss. Yet again he was going to have to thank Melody for giving them some more alone time. It wasn't something he could outright ask her to do, so he really appreciated the fact that she just knew these things, and acted upon it.
God he just wanted to keep spoiling this wonderful man!
As inexperienced as he may be, that wasn't enough to deter him from at least trying to pleasure the love of his life. 'Let me help you with that.' The palm of his hand roamed over Leorio's abs in a sweeping motion—making sure to be extra careful when reaching the incision that cut into them. The fact that a bullet ripped right through that same spot was still crazy to him—almost unbelievable, given how not everyone is capable of surviving from a deadly injury like that. Whether it be a miracle or not, what really matters is that he is here with everyone. This world would turn very dark, without his bright soul continuing to light up people's lives—the very ones that he fights so hard to save, and protect. If anyone brings more harm onto him, then he really will kill them. There will be absolutely no hesitation on his part when seeking vengeance on said person.
A deep, throaty moan slipped through Leorio's lips, and into their passionate kiss. This was caused by the Kurta's delicate fingers wrapping themselves around his erect member. Well things sure were taking an unexpected turn here! Not that he was complaining. This was definitely going to beat jerking it off in the bathroom all by himself. Now he always knew that it would feel even more amazing, having someone else do this task for him. There was never any doubt about it! However, no amount of fantasizing could ever compare to the real deal. 'Will I ever come to fully understand you? Or will you always catch me by surprise?' One thing was certain: surprises are fun. And because of this, he is going to happily accept whatever is thrown at him.
Especially if they involved things similar to this type of activity.
His body flinched slightly at the incredible feeling of being caressed oh so gently—fingers gliding slowly along the thick shaft. For the moment he broke away from those wet, soft lips, to stammer out a reaction. "Nnrghh! Aah—K-Kurapika..!" The palms of his hands were now pressed flat against the blonde's smooth back, in an attempt to hold him in a more intimate way. Funny how he was just being told to touch him, only for the roles to be swapped in an instant.
Hearing his name being said in such a way caused a sudden warmth to spread all throughout Kurapika's face—eyes and cheeks now matching, as he proceeded to rub his thumb over the head. Who says a person can't change their mind at the last minute? Besides, his boyfriend already got to touch a forbidden area. There was only so much he could do in their current position anyways. "Say my name again," he ordered quietly.
Leorio gasped softly, and almost lurched forward when he felt the Kurta's pace quicken. His movements were still as graceful as ever, even when it came to pumping him more forcefully than before. This was yet another benefit to dating someone who has such tiny hands. Taking as how his own were twice the size, he could never reciprocate this same feeling. "K.. Kurapika!" He repeated blissfully. Being ordered around like this only seemed to turn him on that much more. There was just something about seeing this new, confident side to the love of his life that brought on all of this excitement—like he would do anything upon command. If only he could act on his desires, too.
Curse these injuries for holding him back!
Then, he leaned in to capture Kurapika's lips into another kiss—absolutely crushing them both together. 'But why is your forehead so cute? It just makes your eyes appear bigger than they already are. Fuck, I can't think of anything that I dislike! I have waited so long for you to come into my life.' It was truly an honor to see all of his face like this, which is something no one else gets the privilege of ever seeing. And for someone who doesn't even need bangs, he sure did pull them off beautifully. It would have been nice to see which traits he got from his mother and father. They must have been equally attractive, what with having produced, in his opinion, the perfect Kurta.
If only he could thank them personally for creating such a wonderful person in the first place.
"Mmm," the blonde happily hummed. It is no wonder why he was feeling a bit turned on himself—sounds so delectable that it made him want to jump the doctor's bones, to the way he felt in his hold. This experience was indescribable, as no one has ever had this effect on him before. This just goes to show that you do not need to go all the way in order to have a great time. Any time spent alone like this was very important to the two lovebirds. Up until now he just didn't understand intimacy. What was so great about it? And why couldn't certain people control themselves when it came to such a strange thing? Well his view on the matter has changed, and for the better. He no longer felt intimidated by the mere concept of it, for he trusts this man with everything he has.
Also, he is human too. Of course he has needs just like everyone else. To be satisfied by him of all people sounded like an absolute dream. The amount of jealousy oozing from the women he works with was kind of justified. If you really think about it, who else could possibly be a better boyfriend—a husband, even? And he can't ever forget that he was the chosen one. 'I'm so glad I didn't run away in the beginning. Where would I be right now, had I made that stupid decision?' It was almost scary, knowing how close he came to missing out on a life with the person he was meant to be with. Unfortunately some are not as lucky, though.
It was Leorio who broke away from the kiss first—desperate for oxygen, as they both began to struggle. Imagining their lives without each other in it no longer felt possible. However, had his precious butler left upon being hired, then he would probably still be alone in this giant penthouse. There would be no one around to cook him meals, nor would he get to enjoy lunches at work with anyone else. That is if he eats at all! "Aahhh, K-Kurapika! I.. I can't-..." How disappointing that he was already reaching his limit. It might be because he has never been touched there by anyone else, or the fact that he hasn't gotten it off in a good while. A real shame that it couldn't have lasted longer indeed.
"Don't hold back. It is just you and I, Leorio." Why put yourself through discomfort like this, just to keep it all in for as long as possible? Nothing in this world lasts forever. But he can also understand his frustration at the same time. Kurapika didn't want these delicious moans to come to an end, or the way his name sounded when in pure ecstasy—all the while being stroked with such love, care. Even the expression on his face was to die for! For someone who always tries to act like a tough guy, this sure was a nice change. And he was certain that not a single person out there has seen this side to him.
It actually didn't take much begging on his part. Soon after being given the command to give in, Leorio did just that—making a complete mess, as he released his seed all over the Kurta. What more perfect way to do this than in the shower, where everything will get washed away? Had they done this in the other room, then that would require having to swap out the bedding. That was just one extra step that did not need to be added onto an already busy schedule. He already felt guilty for making him do everything else. "Nrghh! Ahh-haaa! Kura... Kurapika..." His voice bounced off of the tiled walls—echoing throughout the bathroom, as he moaned out in pure pleasure. And oh did his body shudder at the intense feeling of relief.
His entire being felt like a puddle, and he just wanted to slump over and rest against the other male. It was already relaxing enough, having the warm water pour down on them in a steady stream. Perhaps a nap might just be necessary after this. For a solid minute all he could do was sit there, and try to calm his heavy breathing. 'I can't believe that was his first time doing something like this. I'm impressed...' Was there more he could have done? Yes. But that doesn't mean he did a terrible job. He managed to satisfy him, and in his eyes, that was all that truly mattered! It definitely left him wanting more, which was of course a good sign!
Kurapika cupped the brunette's face in his hands, and smiled lovingly as he gazed into warm brown eyes. His cheeks were warm from the blush that still lingered. Seeing him pant like this was really making his heart soar. And so for the time being, he just focused on imprinting this image into his brain for all eternity. "I wanted to touch you too," he whispered.
His lips twitched. "Heh. Well, you did more than just touch me. What a naughty Kurta you are. That was quite the ride ya gave me!" Maybe he should start asking Melody for some more alone time after all. It just didn't feel right before—like he was trying to get rid of her. In no way did he ever want her to get that impression, because they enjoy having her around. Plus she is also family to them. However, wanting this was a pretty normal thing for couples. And it is hard to do whatever they want, with someone listening in on everything that is happening behind closed doors.
"I just might have to practice some more in order to perfect my abilities." After giving his boyfriend another quick peck on the lips, Kurapika stood up to go and grab the shampoo bottle. They can't forget the real reason for being in here. He then popped the cap open, and squeezed a hefty amount right on top of his head. From there he proceeded to rub it thoroughly into the dark locks. This sure brought him back to that night when he had to tend to his wounds the first time.
That got a hearty laugh out of the doctor. This only caused slight pain to his chest, which in all honesty wasn't even worth worrying over. No one knows his body's limits better than himself. "How lucky that I get to be your guinea pig! Use me all you like, Kurapika!" He took this chance to run his hands up and down the his lover's sides, what with being so close and all. And then, as discreetly as possible, brought them around to squeeze a perfect pair of butt cheeks. Oh yes, this was very nice. Ever since he started wearing tighter pants, he has been wanting to do this.
The sudden contact to that area of his body made Kurapika jump a little. Not going to lie, he mainly started wearing the tight pants in order to catch his attention. It appears that worked out in his favor, huh? Obviously he noticed the way he was being stared at every single time, which in return filled him with so much joy, and happiness. "You're lucky I didn't slip and fall just now," he scolded lightly. With a head full of fluffy white suds, he stepped aside to rinse the shampoo out—fingers raking through chestnut-colored strands of hair to make sure it all got out. This was a quick and simple task, since there wasn't a whole lot to work with.
"And you're not some object to mess around with, Leorio. I would never just up use you like that." He reached for the conditioner next, and put in the exact same amount. Only this time when he worked it into his hair, he didn't rinse it out right away. Instead he put together a loofah covered in bodywash. This is why his own was very soft, and doesn't tangle as easily.
Leorio watched as the loofah trailed along his beautifully-tanned skin, and immediately felt his heartbeat quicken. At least he had a nice view while being washed like this, whereas before he had to keep looking away in embarrassment as the staff rubbed soap all over him. "But I am giving you permission to use me. I love seeing that dominant side of ya! It's different, but in a very er.. pleasing way. You're so sexy, my precious Pika!" He gushed, with a big grin spreading on his face.
"So when I talked about tying you to the bed, did your mind wander off to a dirty place?" How amusing this was, to find out that his own boyfriend liked things more on the kinky side. It certainly was a nice contrast to his sweet, and caring personality. 'I would actually like to see that...' Does this make him equally dirty then? And really, all he needed were the chains on his hand. Those would never break under pressure. This realization made him breathe heavily through his nose, as he tried to regain focus on the task before of him. No, he can't be distracted by that of all things right now.
That grin was quick to change into a smirk, as he thought over that question for a few seconds. "Wow! It didn't. But damn is that a fantastic idea! Guess I should start acting like the naughty one in this relationship." His breathing hitched once the loofah made its way up his legs. The inner thighs were especially sensitive, and so he had to really concentrate on not making any more weird noises. No need to make things all weird and awkward between them, over something that is supposed to be completely innocent.
Washing this part of the doctor was risky, but had to be done nonetheless. And once Kurapika was done soaping the doctor up all over, he straightened his posture to rinse out the conditioner that has been sitting in his hair. "Please don't. You already promised me not to push yourself. At least wait until your injuries have healed, you big dork!" He muttered, flicking his ear.
"Okay! Okay! I get it!" Leorio snickered. His eyes were closed to avoid getting anything in them. Not that the conditioner would cause irritation, but still. He would rather not have to rinse it out if avoidable. And despite not being able to see a single thing, he managed to poke the blonde's soft stomach—something he was aiming for in the first place. Nothing was worth breaking any promise he made to the person he was fated to be with. 'I hate it when you worry about me. Just be happy, okay?' It was understandable in his current situation, but he would rather not spend these next couple of weeks down in the dumps over it. Being depressed won't change what happened. It might actually slow the process down if he is around too much negativity.
His own happiness matters too.
"I sure hope so, because you really don't want to feel my wrath Leorio." The Kurta slid his hands over the top of his head—pushing all of his wet hair back snugly, as he ducked his head to place a kiss right in the middle of his forehead. It would be nice to stay in here for a little bit longer, but he also did not feel like turning into a prune. Plus it would just be a waste of water anyways. So, he pulled away in order to turn the water off. Now he just felt silly for getting all worked up over the whole bath thing earlier. He honestly can't wait for that day to come, when they will be able to soak together in one. Getting over this fear of stripping down sure was going to be handy for future purposes.
"Ya probably shouldn't kiss me so tenderly when making threats like that. I won't take them as seriously," Leorio teased. When he no longer felt the warm water falling down onto him, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Yeah, he would rather not get all wrinkly from being in here for too much longer. And just because he can afford to take hour-long showers, doesn't mean he should. 'I suppose he already took one himself, so that means we're done...' But does this mean their alone time will be coming to an end as well? If so, then that was going to be very disappointing. He craved to be with him some more!
Kurapika shot him a blank stare, before stepping out of the tub to grab a towel. To prevent an accident from happening, he made sure to dry himself off—wiping it all over his body, and then working it into his soaking-wet hair. Stepping in puddles of water is very dangerous, after all. Once he was done with that, he wrapped it around his chest. Yes he overcame one of his fears, but that didn't mean he was going to start walking around in the nude like a certain someone. That is probably something he will never feel comfortable doing. "Oh it was definitely still a threat. Don't make the mistake of not taking it seriously..." In all seriousness though, he would never hurt him. It is just fun to mess around like this.
After making sure the end was tucked in good enough, he bent over with his arms outstretched. "Now come here—" It sure was different, lifting a naked Leorio up into his arms. Not that this was a problem or anything! But it did fill him with a nice warm, fluttery feeling. Also, has he ever stopped to truly appreciate the amount of body hair this man has? At times it felt like he was staring at a piece of artwork—a sculpture that was hand-crafted by a highly skilled artist, which would then be sold for a ton of money. Clearing his throat, he carefully set him down onto the floor in front of the sink. This will ensure that he doesn't lose his balance, since it gives him something to hold onto. Given how exhausted he looks, it really wouldn't surprise him if that were to happen.
"Stand still for me..." In order to properly towel-dry his hair, Kurapika had to stand on his very tippy-toes just so that he could reach. This made it so that their faces were more level with each other, and he couldn't help but take the opportunity to place a gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose. And as he proceeded with wiping away the access water from his boyfriend's body, he placed a couple on the side of his chest where his ribs were broken—each one holding a lingering softness, as he trailed his lips along the soft skin. For a while there, he was so afraid to touch him at all—like he was made out of glass. Those first couple of days were rough, and he lost out on a lot of sleep due to stress. Even when he became more comfortable with the physical contact, he still made sure to be extra careful when handling him.
Once reaching the doctor's hips, he changed into a crouching position so that he could finish up with his legs. "..." The incision on his abdomen may have been healing nicely, but that still didn't change how heartbreaking it was to look at. It was almost too much to process, knowing that this exact same wound almost took his soulmate away forever—leaving him to wander about this world alone once again. There was just so much blood everywhere, and he was fading in and out of consciousness. Hopefully that will be the last time ever seeing him in such a horrific state! 'I came so close to losing you.' Closing his eyes, he leaned in to place another kiss both above and below the thin line of stitches. Once those are taken out, he will make sure to rub some homemade salve on it to prevent the scar from being as noticeable. Not that it mattered either way, but still. It was just another one of those things that have been passed down in his clan for many generations.
Leorio had a hand covering his mouth, as he was being kissed continuously. Of course he caught onto why those specific areas were being focused on the most, which made it all the more sweeter. Was there a limit to how loved a human being can truly feel? He brought his other hand down to rest against the countertop then. "K-Kurapika, would ya like to.. move all of your stuff into my bedroom, and make it ours?" His voice came out sounding muffled, but you could still understand what he was trying to ask. It has already been established that they hate being separated, and would rather sleep in each other's arms as much as his busy work schedule will allow. There is more than enough space in here for the both of them.
And just like that, Kurapika's heart skipped a beat. That would actually be perfect! The only time he goes into his own bedroom nowadays, is to change his clothes and freshen up. Otherwise he stays here for the most part. He resumed wiping him off then—dragging the towel down each leg, as a smile spread on his lips. What odd timing this was. "I would like that a lot," he murmured. With the walk-in closet being so bare, all of his clothes will be able to fit with no problem. And he can just slide his dresser in here, since it is just across the hall. It is not like he came here with much two months ago, and he hasn't gone crazy with the money he saved up either. All he did was buy a couple of outfits, which again, were not expensive.
The Scarlet Eyes are still being auctioned off in the black market.
That smile remained, as he hopped back up to tie the towel around the brunette's waist. "Let's go into our bedroom, shall we?" He swiftly scooped him up into his arms again, and walked over to the door. It felt so nice to say that just now—rolling wonderfully off of his tongue. In a way it will be like moving in all over again, as silly as that sounds. Although this time he was actually excited, unlike before when he was filled with so much anxiety. There was nothing to worry over, or regret. And he most certainly will not be plotting his escape, either!
"Mm. I suddenly feel very tired..." Leorio yawned, and buried his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck. It smelled very nice there. If he gets in a nap right away, then he will be more awake and focused once those troublemakers come over to pay a visit. A delicious lunch is going to be prepared by Melody herself, which gave him something else to look forward to. Their guests are human garbage disposals, so it will basically be a feast. That doesn't include whatever dessert she decides to whip up, which will ultimately be annihilated by the end of the day—especially if it involves chocolate of any sorts. Seriously, how do neither one of them have diabetes yet? Who knows what they are eating when no one else is around. Even a doctor such as himself can't force someone to change their diet.
A shiver ran through Kurapika's body, as the doctor's hot breath blew into the side of his neck, and radiated down his chest. "Well don't fall asleep on me, until I get some clothes on you." Dressing someone who isn't even conscious would be way too weird, and almost wrong in a way. You would also have to shift around a bunch of dead weight, which is never any fun. It is much easier to put everything on with him being in a sitting position. When they made it into the other room, his gaze flickered over to where Shadow slept—still curled up into a ball on one of the pillows. So he didn't move at all this whole time? Sounds about right for a cat. They are usually more active during nighttime anyways. Hopefully he won't be keeping them up at night because of this.
When Leorio felt himself being lowered onto the bed, he stared longingly into silver hues. Was that it then? Is he going to be left behind, while the others are downstairs getting things ready for lunchtime? There wasn't anything on the television that could keep him entertained for that long, and he refused to watch Promare again alone. His laptop holds a few games on it, but even those didn't interest him. And you can only pet a sleeping cat so much before getting bored of that too. Being unable to go up and down the stairs really does suck, since it essentially traps him here on the second floor. "Stay."
Well he definitely wasn't telling the cat to stay, that's for sure.
The Kurta's gaze softened quite a bit at that demand. Being unable to do simple tasks on your own must be very frustrating, but not as much as having no one around to talk to. "I can stay for a little while. Would you like to wear a shirt today?" Hiding his wounds won't make them heal faster. Besides, everyone knows they are there anyways. And for being a person who gets hot so easily, this will make things more comfortable. All he would need to do is gather some fresh bandages, and then slap on the rest.
"I don't wanna wear anything." A second later the doctor yanked his towel off, and flung it across the room. Who cares where it lands? That was the least of his worries. However, it was a relief to feel so free after getting out of a steamy-hot shower. He always did prefer to dry off by walking around in the nude. And this was still possible for him to do, just as long as he keeps the bedroom door shut—maybe even locked to be on the safe side. You just never know.
Well this was rather unexpected. "What—Leorio! Gon and Killua will be over in just a couple of hours. You need to look more presentable than this." His hand made a sweeping motion over the brunette's body when saying this, and scoffed. Despite having so many admirers, there are still those who do not want to see him in all of his glory. And what about Melody? What will he do when it is time to eat lunch, and he still doesn't have anything on? Seriously, what the heck is he thinking?
Smirking, Leorio snuck a hand over to pull his boyfriend's towel off next—tossing it as far as he could throw. "Until then let's cuddle in our natural state." What else needed to be done, other than to cook the food that only Melody can do? Everything else has already been cleaned, leaving the place looking spotless! Besides, they were just a couple of teenage boys. Even if there was a small mess, then surely they wouldn't mind! However, there really wasn't anything left to sweep, wipe down, or scrub.
Kurapika squeaked when he was stripped to nothingness, and tried to cover himself with his hands. "A-are those painkillers making you go crazy?! We can't just-... I mean, we can... But..." There was no excuse for him to use, that would justify denying such an absurd request. And why bother trying to hide a body that has already been exposed anyways? Those soft brown eyes took the opportunity to scan over every single inch of his being. 'Calm down. You're overreacting,' he thought with a heavy sigh. Then, hesitantly, he allowed his arms to fall back down—coming to rest at his sides once more. Was there such a big difference between cuddling with their clothes on, or in the nude? It might actually feel better having that skin-to-skin contact. The only thing that seemed to be holding him back, were his nerves.
"Relax. I just want us to feel closer, without there being anything in the way. And I.. I'm not ready to lose sight of such a blinding beauty quite yet! Half an hour? Just give me that much time, and then you can get dressed." There was a pleading look in his eyes, as Leorio patted the empty spot beside him. Well, minus Shadow taking up a small section. That was an easy fix, though. As long as he remains on that very pillow, then all that needed to be done was to slide it over. It's not like they were kicking him off of the bed entirely, so hopefully he doesn't wake up and get all pissy for being separated from his owner—whom he has already grown attached to, by the way.
"Well when you put it that way..." With a shuffle of his feet, Kurapika moved closer toward the bed. With hair still very wet, and having absolutely nothing on to help keep him warm, his pale skin was covered in goosebumps. If he doesn't take care of this problem soon, then he will for sure turn into a human popsicle. 'I bet he'd make some dirty joke about licking me.' The mental image of that caused him to shiver. That actually wouldn't be a bad thing. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he finally crawled onto his side. This involved having to pull Shadow out of the way, since they can't exactly cuddle with him being in the middle. They can always make up for this later on by giving him some much needed love and attention—as well as treats. You can never go wrong with that.
When he made it over to where Leorio lay, he fell back against the mattress—head landing on the same pillow. Already he could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "But now you get to be my personal space heater," he mumbled while scooching in further. Is it okay to be doing this with no bandages wrapped around his chest? A hand lightly trailed along the surface, and stopped right above his heart. This was often done to reassure himself that things really are okay—that the love of his life was alive, and healing just fine. 'He really is here with me.' His entire being practically melted into a puddle, when a strong arm wrapped itself around his small frame.
"Dr. Spaceheater at your service!" And there it was, the goofy grin that seemed to brighten just about anyone's day—a sight so incredibly captivating, that it was near impossible to look away. This was certainly hitting the spot! What else could he possibly ask for? His fingers combed through the wet strands of blonde hair as they embraced each other, making sure to fluff out the bangs so that it wouldn't dry weird. What a shame, because he really did enjoy the sight of his forehead.
That got a giggle out of the Kurta, as he leaned in to nuzzle Leorio's cheek. The stubble that coated his jawline was a bit scratchy, but he wouldn't have it any other way. It gave him a roughness to his already manly appearance, and boy did it suit him perfectly! There wasn't too much of it, nor too little—just the right amount. It made touching his face all the more pleasant, since he liked the sensation beneath his fingertips. It gave him a sort of tingly feeling in return. And to answer his own question from before—yes. There were already noticeable differences in snuggling without those annoying clothes getting in the way. Like this, they are able to feel everything there is to the human body. "The hottest doctor in existence," he whispered softly into his ear.